My family left yesterday morning and after dropping them off at Heathrow, I came home and began the slow re-entry into normality. I folded up guest beds and began laundry. I vacuumed bits of potato chips off the girls’ bedroom floor and collected all the stray bobby pins that found themselves on the window sills or side tables. It was a bittersweet day. I have such nice memories of my time with them and as soon as everyone left, the house was strangely quiet and empty. I allowed myself to experience this bit of melancholy for a few hours and then I went straight up to my bedroom and had a lovely, lovely nap with Pickles.
Also, yesterday was my birthday and I got bombed. No, not with alcohol — but with little floral bath bombs and then, to my delight, with kabloom thymeboms. I’m still trying to decide when and where to toss my little biodegradable grenades.